TW: Discussions about massive loss of life are in the comments
Welp, my friend obliterated my entire ... like everything. Running around in Logan's spare wifebeater and a pair of jeans that maybe go down to my knees. I feel like Oliver Twist right now. She got my wallet, too, so THAT's been fun.
And my luck isn't even *gone anywhere* right now. This is my luck actually *working*, since me and Guinness are fine.
But Jesus, this sucks. Gotta find a new place, gotta replace all my clothes. At least my weapon arsenal was in another building.
[Private to Jaina] When you come down from whatever the hell this was long enough to breathe, we need to talk.